#elmore wood

[dailypsyren]

[himetsuri]

another call 2 The Future is in Your Hands cover

[vintagerpg]

On Monday, remember how I said FR1: Waterdeep and the North is really just about Waterdeep? Well, FR5: The Savage Frontier (1988), released the following year, is basically the “and the North.” In form, though, it pairs with FR2: Moonshae as a pretty typical Gazeteer-style sourcebook, full of lore, notable locales and interesting inhabitants. Unlike that volume, this one contains explicit adventure hooks, which are a nice feature.

While a lot of the material here is derived from Greenwood’s notes, I think it is interesting that TSR trusted this book to a freelancer, even if that freelancer was RPG heavyweight Jennell Jaquays (who penned Dark Tower and Caverns of Thracia, and co-authored Griffin Mountain, among a pile of other important RPG books). FR5 covers all the major spots on the Sword Coast, probably the most visited region of the Realms — Icewind Dale (home of Drizzt), Mithril Hall, the Spine of the World, Luskan, Neverwinter, Hellgate Keep and more are profiled here pretty much for the first time (Icewind Dale, of course, had already debuted in R.A. Salvatore’s novel The Crystal Shard, though). I can’t help but wonder if the enduring appeal of these places is partly down to Jaquays’ influence.

There is some weird stuff, too. I noticed, probably because it was so fresh, that Doc from I12: The Egg of the Phoenix is hanging out here, despite that other module taking place in Greyhawk (you read that post way back in March, but I wrote it yesterday). I looked up Shannon Appelcline’s notes for the book on Drivethru and he has no explanation for this, but he does note that Jaquays also recycled Amelior Amanitas and Jingleshod the Iron Axeman from her excellent DragonQuest module The Enchanted Wood (1981), which I really should post about one of these days.

Great Larry Elmore cover with his trademark snow. What a bunch of weirdos, right? Skull guy and mage guy and blue guy and orc guy make quite the group. Interiors are by Esteban Maroto. They aren’t bad, but they seem undercooked — this is probably the first instance of underwhelming art in a Forgotten Realms book, but it sure won’t be the last.

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Principal Brown: Mr. Watterson, the Industrial Revolution changed the face of the modern novel forever. Discuss, citing specific examples. [Gumball clears his throat several times] Gumball: Uh… Okay. The Industrial Revolution to me is just like a story I know called "The Puppy Who Lost His Way." The world was changing, and the puppy was getting… bigger. [Later] Gumball: So, you see, the puppy was like industry. In that, they were both lost in the woods. And nobody, especially the little boy - "society" - knew where to find 'em. Except that the puppy was a dog. But the industry, my friends, that was a revolution. [Long pause] Gumball: Elmore Junior High football rules! [the crowd erupts into cheers] Principal Brown: Mr. Watterson, what you have just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul. Gumball: Okay, a simple "wrong" would've done just fine.

[atomicpirateperson]

🌳🌲THE WOODS FANFIC🌲🌳

Chapters

She Can't Come, She Has Cheer Practice

Fishing

Bonfire Dinner

Going Home (part one / part two)

Or Not

Swapsies

Spiders

Homesick, Lovesick

Picnic

Car Ride

Chapter 8:

Chapter 10: not posted yet!

Content warnings: Blood, a stab wound (non-graphic), lost/missing person, shouting/potential violence, a "weapon" (a sharp stick), fire and burn wounds, dead fish (non-graphic, not Darwin), a dangerous thunderstorm, death mentioned/briefly implied, kidnapping briefly mentioned/implied, homelessness mentioned, a bomb mentioned (recalling the events of "The Bus"), 911/police mentioned, a spider

Word count: 972

Rob woke up and didn't yet recall the events of last night. They expected to see Gumball beside them, but he was not in the tent. The two mattresses had been pressed together for the past many days, but this morning they were pushed to opposite walls.

They yawned and rubbed their eye. "Gum?"

No answer.

After a brief stretch, they zipped open the tent and crawled out with a blood-stained blanket in hand. No longer sharing Gumball's blanket, they'd been forced to unwrap their wounded foot and sleep with that.

The humid air smelled of rain and dew. As they scanned for their nemesis, they stood on their one functional foot while the injury hung above the ground. With great hesitation, they lowered the other foot into the damp soil and leaves.

"Ah! Darn it," they winced, pulling it back up.

While sitting down and re-bandaging it, they checked their surroundings again. No Gumball. Had he ran off without them, getting stuck in another tree or going on another quest for home? What if bad weather approached?

In their worry, they almost didn't notice the other oddity: a new sound among the typical forest ambiences. A droning noise, like a car engine, so faint they were half convinced they just imagined it.

Their eye darted down and they noticed a trail of paw prints, visible in the ground between patches of fallen brown leaves.

Rob was worried enough to be worried, but not as worried as yesterday where they suppressed the pain of walking. Despite their persistence in following the path, they were forced to stop and recover every few yards.

Leaning against a tree, they panted and sighed with relief. The sound became louder, closer, and was that someone talking? Two people panicking, or, no, two excited people... they wished for Gumball's ears.

They could see the wide, grassy field right there between the few remaining trees, just some one-legged hops away.

When they got there, they gasped.

Gumball and Penny embraced each other on their knees.

Her family surrounded him and seemed to bombard him with questions, as did Penny. A plaid blanket and basket laid on the ground nearby, signs of an interrupted picnic.

With concerned words too distant to understand, she examined his burnt paw. He seemed to reassure her and gestured to the forest where her eyes landed on Rob.

"Rob!" Gumball exclaimed, their presence brought to his attention. To everyone's confusion, he ran away from his girlfriend and towards them without a second thought.

It got more and more awkward as he drew closer, but he skipped and hopped with a grin on his face regardless.

"Look, they found me! Penny just missed the date 'cause of cheer practice! They're gonna call my parents! I'm going home! Can you believe it!?"

"I'm happy for you." They didn't lie, but the too-familar weight of abandonment did descend on their shoulders. "Sorry for interrupting."

He blushed. "Hah, what? Um, no, it's okay. I still, like, want you around, you know. You're not staying here, are you?"

"No, somehow I've been missing home, too. My home being the Elmore Wrecking Yard."

"You can ride with us, then! Penny's parents won't mind. Probably. Come on."

He reached his paws out for Rob to hold. While they did, both of them realized they shouldn't. They let go, exchanging shy smiles.

...

Gumball presented Rob to the family as if he'd made this strange, polygonal, gravity-defying thing himself. "So, I'm sure you've all met Rob?"

Penny wiped her eyes and glanced at her parents, who only showed confused looks.

"What the what!? How do you not recognize the evilest, prettiest, best-est nemesis Elmore's ever seen?"

Prettiest? They thought.

"Rob, the nemesis," Mr. Fitzgerald echoed. "Remember when Gumball wouldn't stop talking about them at my 13th birthday party?" Penny sniffed and rolled her eyes at the memory.

They stared at Gumball in disbelief. He... talked about them? On days that were meant to be about someone else?

"Huh. He's nothing like how I imagined." Mr. Fitzgerald turned and narrowed his eyes at Rob. "So you're quite the delinquent, I've heard?"

His words sounded like a compliment to them, but his tone did not. To be honest, the man was nothing but correct in being suspicious, but to get this car ride they'd have to play innocent.

"U-uh, no, no..." They gazed at the grass around their feet and twiddled their fingers. "Gumball and I just like to play pretend. We're very imaginative. Right, Gum?"

"Huh? What?" He'd spaced out. "Uh, yeah?"

Penny's dad raised an eyebrow. "Really? When talking about, say, bringing a bomb onto a school bus, the "pretend" part seems like a pretty important detail one should mention."

"Hah, well, aren't you silly, buddy?" They forced a smile and patted Gumball's head.

The Fitzgeralds gestured to each other and turned away to whisper in secret.

Rob leaned forward but couldn't eavesdrop.

"What are they saying?"

"Penny's dad is suspicious of you, blah blah blah, thinks you might be dangerous. Seems like her mom thinks you're gross, yada yada yada, Mom wants to clean the car after you leave. Penny says you seem harmless. Polly says you look like a trombone."

"Okay, I really didn't need to know that last part."

At last, Penny's father turned back around.

"You can ride with us," Mr. Fitzgerald ordered, "but I better not hear any funny business in the back."

"...Uh huh."

Maybe a 'yes, sir' could've sold it better, but they would cringe at themself far too much. The last time they followed an adult's instructions, they were getting arrested.

After Penny's dad walked away to enter his car, Rob returned to staring at Gumball. "Do you really just tell everyone about us?"

"Yeah! Just the truth... with a little stretch here and there."

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Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 20: The Confrontation Part 2: $15 Bill-ieve It Or Not

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The time for subtlety, subterfuge, and inconspicuousness was behind Sarah, albeit it was closing on her like only impending regret could. She dodged a couple of tourists on their way out (who then did double-takes), knocked down another couple of tourists (and toppled a guy's ice cream cone- he did a triple-take), and threw open the door, triggering the bell… and plunging the gift shop thereafter into silence. All eyes were on her, and her eyes were on Rob, who was here! Thank goodness, he was here! And he had a shirt from the shop rolled up under his arm. His gaze met hers several seconds after the other shoppers'.

"Hi, Sarah," he said, apparently unaware of the tension so thick you could beat it into submission. She ran up to him with drops of maybe-sweat maybe-melted-ice-cream all over her face.

"ROB", she scream-whispered through clenched teeth, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Don't act like I'm being sketchy. I'm just here to buy a shirt."

"…You didn't even come in through the museum?"

He grabbed her hands in his own and his eyes sparkled for just a moment before shutting in happiness. Both of them shut at the same time.

"Check this out," he said, and he unrolled the shirt. It read, 'I GOT MYSTERY-ED OUT AT THE MYSTERY SHACK!'

Sarah looked from it to Rob a few times.

"Uhh, that's nice, but you don't have any money, right?"

"I have a $15 dollar bill, and as luck would have it, this shirt is on sale! 14.87! Plus tax! And it goes with my hair."

"If you hand them that Elmore money, they're gonna think it's counterfeit, and they might call the cops on you. And also you're already wanted."

"Elmore money?" he raised an eyebrow, one eyebrow.

"You know," gestured Sarah frantically, "Elmore? Where you came from? Where we came from?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched it up like he was lost in deep thought. The gift shop was coming back to life by now, though several potential customers had left- and left the goods they were looking at behind.

"That reminds me," Rob said, losing track of his train of thought in favor of another, less concerning one. "I made my choice, and I'm really happy with it."

"Your choice?"

With that, Rob slid on the shirt over his head, making sure to keep the barcode accessible. He made jazz hands. Very un-Rob. Sarah would be willing to pay him to never see him do that again.

"My choice is, it doesn't matter where I came from, because I've decided I'm going to embrace the here…" he pointed to the Mystery Shack name on his shirt- "and the now." He pointed to a watch drawn on his wrist with what looked like permanent marker. And then, to get rid of any plausible deniability (read: hope), he clarified, "Whatever memories I had when I arrived here, they clearly made me miserable. I'm not gonna try and get them back."

"You-"

"Tell me, was I a troubled guy with a troubled past?"

No way could she lie to him, so she thought of a way to sugarcoat the truth. "Troubled is cool and mysterious," she said.

"Cool and mysterious for you, troubling for the actual person being troubled."

"Without them you're like a shell of yourself! And that troubles me!"

"What were you, my girlfriend?"

"No! I hadn't even spoken to you at all before we met in the woods!"

"Then why does it matter to you that I hang on to all that old pain?" Rob seized her by the shoulders, and for just a moment Sarah could see that old anger resurfacing, the most Rob-like emotion he had displayed since putting on the suit. "You've got to be the most selfish, most…"

His grip weakened. His anger faded. His voice trailed off.

"Sorry, I almost got heated there."

"No, nononono!" Sarah shook rob by the shoulders until his eyeballs jiggled. "You're an angry guy! Get heated! Please, get heated! You're forgetting who you are!"

"Who I was. So what if I'm less angry? This is gonna be my fresh start. And to think I thought you'd be supportive! Now, if you'll excuse me."

He walked away from Sarah and scrunched up his shirt so he could put the bar code on the checkout counter in front of a stupefied Wendy. Sarah watched with tunnel-vision as he reached into his backpack and rummaged around for the $15 bill. Before he pulled it out, he turned to Sarah and delivered a one-hit KO.

"Don't worry. It's better this way," he said.

And then he turned back, pulled out his money, and slid it across the counter with one finger all suave-like. Several things were happening, and Sarah's tunnel vision had all but evaporated in favor of a hundred different new worries. A tour group had returned from the museum, headed by a very tense (and clearly trying-not-to-look-tense) Stan; they had apparently been watching the conflict go down, though she didn't know for how long. Either Rob was taking an absurdly long time to slide the money over or things in Sarah's head were just moving in slow motion.

"Before you ask," Rob said, confidence in his voice, "it's not counterf-"

"GET YOUR FINGER OFF OF ME!" rang out a strained voice so loud the eyes of several tourists (and, momentarily, Stan himself) went straight to the intercom. Then there was a chomping sound followed shortly by Rob letting out a pained yelp, glitching out a little, and tugging his finger away.

The events of the next 20 seconds felt like several minutes: the $15 bill sat up, wrenched its arms and legs from where they sat folded into its crumpled body, dashed for the edge of the counter, did a graceful leap off of it like a diving board, and hit the ground running for its life- the life that nobody had even known it had until just now. All but two eyes in the room (Sarah's being the exception) were full of bewilderment, and before Sarah even knew what she was doing, she grabbed Rob's oversized sleeve with one hand, scooped up the running cash with the other, and dragged both of them out into the woods. The gift shop door swung shut behind her. When the bell rang to signal their departure, it was like every single onlooker broke out of a deep trance, and, in what must have been an enormous quirk of fate, nobody tried to follow Sarah out.

-

Stan adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat, and held out a mason jar to the waiting crowd of befuddled onlookers. "You may now tip the guide!" he exclaimed like a minister at the altar, and when only one person reached for their wallet, he realized he had to explain the unexplainable. He waited for a raised hand. A young woman in a Hawaiian shirt spoke first.

"Was that-"

"Part of the experience, part of the experience," he reassured, waving his hand dismissively. "Look, if you're asking yourself, 'what the heck was that?' or 'who ever heard of a 15 dollar bill?' or 'did somebody spike the drinking water?', that's all just the Mystery Shack doing its job! If you don't leave confused and disoriented, what's the "mystery" in the name for? I'll tell ya- nothing. It's called surrealism, folks. It's a statement. And if you don't like it, you can donate to our Better Ideas Fund!"

He whipped out another mason jar. A few more tourists reached for money.

"That's right, folks, it's for charity," he lied. As things calmed down and settled back into their usual rhythm, he made a mental note in mental big red angry marker to ask the kids if they had anything to do with what just happened.

-

"UNHAND ME! I'LL SUE! I'LL SUE!"

Back at the art clearing, Sarah pinned the 15 dollars to the ground with one hand. Rob was muttering, 'what the heck was that?' and 'did someone spike the drinking water?' with a thousand-yard stare on his face, walking in place as Sarah held onto him via his shirt.

"You've been alive this whole time?" Sarah barked.

"OF COURSE! I was knocked out for a while- it felt like the universe broke up around me or something! I don't know what it was, but it was intense! Nonetheless, I woke up to discover I had been kidnapped! By a bloodthirsty human! And a bloodthirsty ice cream cone! Or, not bloodthirsty- money-hungry!"

"Nobody's eating you!"

"It's a metaphor, for Pete's sake!"

Sarah lightened her pressure a little.

"It was probably an earnest mistake. Right, Rob?"

"Who… what… where…" mumbled Rob.

"Never mind him. But I know him, and he wouldn't-" she remembered that he had kidnapped a woman once- "I mean, okay, maybe you were kidnapped, but you're money! You're more of a thing than a person!"

"You're one to talk!"

"Yeah, fair enough. Do you, uh, have a name?"

She removed her hand from him entirely and he sat up and straightened himself out with that luxurious crisp money noise.

"Bill," he said.

[shit-taster-connoisseur]

For the character thing, how about Penny from Gumball?

favorite thing about them:

Everything. I love especially her design to her character arcs and personality, especially the clear change we see in her being more rhan that of some loser's girlfriend/crush, but an actualy character we get to appreciate that has awesome shit going for her🔥🔥

Also love how mean she can get

least favorite thing about them:

She doesn't have enough episodes, dedicate a whole season to her i say

favorite line:

"Age doesn't matter when it comes to love."

"Legally, it kinda does."

This scene killed me

brOTP

Her and Darwin, and mostly all of the elmore girls

OTP

HER AND GUMBALL!!

nOTP

Her and Darwin, besides them noone else!

Random headcanon

Trans MTF allegory

unpopular opinion

I liked her design before The Shell

song i associate with them

I/ me / myself by Will Woods

(Less in the lyrics and more vibes tbh)

favorite picture of them

[ninjaturtlecosmo]

Okay..... So apparently Banna Barbara can actually see the future, has made tons of paintings of future events to come, and in a sense she basically knows the fate of everyone in Elmore, since in canon she already knew about the void, right? Well..... I think I know a way I can apply this to This Ugly Yet Amazing World xD So far I'm digging the idea I shared a few posts ago about Harold possibly being a serial killer, and based on what we see of Barbara's ability to see the future, there's a good chance to some degree that she would know what he's been doing for the last decade, right? Of course no one would so easily believe that Barbara was psychic, so it's not like anyone could take a painting to the police that she made of Harold torturing and killing one of his victims in his hidden torture house in the woods in order to prove what he's been doing, but..... okay, I might write it out differently when one day I write this story, but let me set the stage for you on what I have in mind xD

So imagine one day Lita is spending time with some of her friends, maybe the group this particular day includes Rob, Gumball, Darwin, Banana Joe, Penny, Carrie and Tobias, possibly a few others as well, and they're all hanging out at Joe's house, when either he, Gumball or Darwin casually mentions how Barbara can paint the future. Obviously those that have lived in Elmore longer among the group are familiar with Barbara's peculiar paintings, but Lita is just confused on what the hell they're talking about.... normally she'd be one to believe psychics weren't real, but since getting to know her uncle Steve and his belief in all the New Age stuff he's into, she has considered the possibility of there being an existence in people with such abilities, so, Lita asks to see Barbara's gallery.... sure enough, Joe leads everyone to a spare room in the house where they keep all of Barbara's paintings, some of the ones they've seen depicting events that have already happened in their lives...... Lita even sees a painting of the night her mother introduced her to her uncle Steve, which immediately sends chills up her spine that she would know of how accurate this moment was, even though she wasn't at the club where her mother's band played that night..... Joe at this point basically explains how his mom has always had a strange 6th sense for future events to come, and that he's even asked in the past what some paintings mean, but that his mom was always vague in her answers..... However, as everyone continues to look at this gallery, there's one particular section on one of the walls that they find, these paintings seeming more strange than the others at first..... First there's an old abandoned house located somewhere in the woods, then the inside of the house, most of which looks old and vacant, except for one room depicted in another painting, covered in plastic sheets which are all covered in blood...... each painting in this collection gets more and more disturbing than the last, until they find the last painting in the set which depicts a woman bound by ropes and having her mouth covered by duct tape, a clear look of fear in her eyes mixed with her begging for her life..... Everyone at first finds themselves questioning who this woman is and what Barbara could have seen, as well as wondering why she would paint this, until one of them chimes in that they recognize the woman in the painting, as she went missing 2 years ago and her missing posters were still posted around Elmore, whoever was looking for her clearly still trying to find her..... it's here they even notice on the corner the date this was painted, October of 2023, which is exactly when she went missing..... As soon as they connect the dots that Barbara knows something and that whoever this woman is went missing in that exact abandoned house, they all quickly leave the house and get on their bikes to head for the woods, sensing an unsolved mystery that needs solving.....

It should be noted that the gallery didn't include ALL the paintings Barbara had painted, as there are some she made so horrific that she took it upon herself to hide them in the attic...... let's just say she may or may not know what Harold did to Stella behind the bar the night of his bachelor party....

So, Lita, Penny, Rob, Gumball, Darwin, Carrie, Joe and Tobias go into the woods on their bikes, and they spend an hour or so looking around for the old house in Barbara's painting..... Lita, Gumball, Tobias and Carrie are excited to find this old creepy house, but Penny, Rob, Darwin and Joe all have a bad feeling about this and all think they should turn away from whatever this is..... but at the same time they found a clue related to someone who went missing 2 years ago, and they know they may be the only ones who could solve what happened to her, so, they go along with the others as they look for the creepy house.....

Sure enough, they soon find the house, and they quietly enter it to look around, Tobias turning on the flashlight on his phone so they can all see in this pitch dark house.... but the deeper they go inside, the more they begin to catch a scent of mildew, as well as the scent of something rotting, mixed with the strong iron scent of dried blood......

Soon, they find the room they saw in one of the paintings..... they see the blood covered sheets, fresh blood covering them at that..... but oh, nothing could prepare this group of middle schoolers for the sight of a fresh corpse laying on one of the sheets, her eyes rolled back and her throat slit, entire body covered in bloody cuts from a knife..... No one seems to recognize the woman, except that maybe they got a glimpse of her on public now and again, but regardless, there's a dead body right in front of them, and they don't know who could or would have killed her........

It's here that they all hear noises somewhere in the house, making the kids all realize they're not alone, that it's more than likely the killer that's in the house with them, so without a second thought, they immediately dash out of the room and toward the direction they all came in from, managing to escape without running into anyone, and then getting out of the woods as fast as they possibly can and back into Elmore.....

To say they're all horrified by what they discovered would be the understatement of the century.... These poor kids saw a corpse for Christ's sake, this is something that will stay with them all for life..... But they know they can't act like that didn't happen, that someone was killed, and they need to do something about it and try to bring justice for that woman and whoever her loved ones may be..... So they immediately get back on their bikes and head for the police station to tell the cops everything.

Now, we all know that the Elmore police tend to be idiots, but they still take any crime reported to them seriously, so the minute Lita, Penny, Gumball, Darwin, Carrie, Rob, Joe and Tobias tell them what they saw, they take this case VERY seriously. They ask them what they were doing in the woods (to which they just say they decided to go into the woods to play some games and that's when they stumbled upon the abandoned house), how they came across the body, what state it was in, and how they managed to escape without getting caught, and the kids answer as best as they can, albeit it's clear how shaken up and traumatized they are, so the police try to help them feel calm as best as they can while praising them for telling them about this.....

In the end, the police have enough details they need to go and search those woods and find that house immediately in the hopes that they can get to the body before the killer could come back for it, and they end up calling all the kids' families to come and pick them up..... Stella, Steve, Nicole, Richard, Anais, Patrick, Judith, Polly, Bob, Barbara, Jackie and Rachel all show up while Carrie takes it upon herself to go home by herself so she can process everything, and once all the families are caught up on what the kids saw, they're all quick to check on them and ask if they're okay, but, it's obvious they're not okay, because they all discovered a dead body and the trauma is so clear to see in their eyes.....

Tobias ends up asking Jackie where his dad is, to which Jackie responds that he couldn't get off work but that he'll be home that night to check up on him and talk to him about what happened..... Oh, if only poor Tobias knew the truth..... if only they all knew the truth..... but if they had stayed to find out the killer's identity, well..... they probably wouldn't have made it to the station to tell their story......

[wankerwatch]

Commons Vote

On: Passenger Railway Services Bill (Public Ownership) Bill: Committee: Amendment 14

Ayes: 111 (95.5% Con, 4.5% DUP) Noes: 362 (97.0% Lab, 2.5% Ind, 0.6% SDLP) Absent: ~177

Day's business papers: 2024-9-3

Likely Referenced Bill: Passenger Railway Services (Public Ownership) Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision for passenger railway services to be provided by public sector companies instead of by means of franchises.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: 3rd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (106 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Murrison Andrew Rosindell Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Dinenage Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Mundell David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Edward Leigh Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Karen Bradley Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Louie French Mark Francois Mark Garnier Mark Pritchard Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mike Wood Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Priti Patel Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Fuller Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Tom Tugendhat Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)

Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson

Noes

Labour (351 votes)

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Independent (9 votes)

Apsana Begum Ayoub Khan Imran Hussain Jeremy Corbyn John McDonnell Rebecca Long Bailey Richard Burgon Shockat Adam Zarah Sultana

Social Democratic & Labour Party (2 votes)

Claire Hanna Colum Eastwood

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Archery

Eric Peters (Kitchener, Ontario)

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Athletics

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Aaron Brown (Toronto, Ontario)

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Badminton

Brian Yang (Richmond Hill, Ontario)

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Michelle Li (Markham, Ontario)

Basketball

Luguentz Dort (Montreal, Quebec)

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Shai Gilgeous-Alexander (Hamilton, Ontario)

Melvin Ejim (Rocky View County, Alberta)

Jamal Murray (Orangeville, Ontario)

Dwight Powell (Toronto, Ontario)

Trey Lyles (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

R.A. Barrett; Jr. (Mississauga, Ontario)

Kelly Olynyk (Kamloops, British Columbia)

Andrew Nembhard (Vaughan, Ontario)

Dillon Brooks (Mississauga, Ontario)

Khem Birch (Russell Township, Ontario)

Shay Colley (Brampton, Ontario)

Samantha Hill (Toronto, Ontario)

Kia Nurse (Hamilton, Ontario)

Bridget Carleton (Chatham-Kent, Ontario)

Cassandre Prosper (Ottawa, Ontario)

Yvonne Ejim (Rocky View County, Alberta)

Natalie Achonwa (Guelph, Ontario)

Syla Swords (Sudbury, Ontario)

Kayla Alexander (Milton, Ontario)

Laeticia Amihere (Mississauga, Ontario)

Nirra Fields (Montreal, Quebec)

Aaliyah Edwards (Kingston, Ontario)

Kacie Bosch (Lethbridge, Alberta)

Paige Crozon (Humboldt, Saskatchewan)

Katherine Plouffe (Edmonton, Alberta)

Michelle Plouffe (Edmonton, Alberta)

Boxing

Wyatt Sanford (Montreal, Quebec)

Tammara Thibeault (Saint-Georges, Quebec)

Breakdancing

Phil Kim (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Canoeing

Alex Baldoni (Pau, France)

Connor Fitzpatrick (Dartmouth, Nova Scotia)

Laurent Lavigne (Trois-Rivières, Quebec)

Nicholas Matveev (Toronto, Ontario)

Simon McTavish (Sydney, Australia)

Pierre-Luc Poulin (Quebec, Quebec)

Lois Betteridge (Ottawa, Ontario)

Sophia Jensen (Chelsea, Quebec)

Sloan MacKenzie (Halifax, Nova Scotia)

Katie Vincent (Mississauga, Ontario)

Michelle Russell (Halifax Municipality, Nova Scotia)

Toshka Besharah-Hrebacka (Ottawa, Ontario)

Natalie Davison (Ottawa, Ontario)

Riley Melanson (Dartmouth, Nova Scotia)

Courtney Stott (Pickering, Ontario)

Cycling

Derek Gee (Ottawa, Ontario)

Michael Woods (Toronto, Ontario)

Tyler Rorke (Wilmot Township, Ontario)

Nick Wammes (Chatham-Kent, Ontario)

James Hedgcock (Hamilton, Ontario)

Dylan Bibic (Mississauga, Ontario)

Michael Foley (Milton, Ontario)

Mathis Guillemette (Trois-Rivières, Quebec)

Carson Mattern (Hamilton, Ontario)

Gunnar Holmgren (Oro-Medonte Township, Ontario)

Jeffrey Whaley (L'Assomption, Quebec)

Olivia Baril (Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec)

Alison Jackson (Vermilion, Alberta)

Lauriane Genest (Montreal, Quebec)

Kelsey Mitchell (Strathcona County, Alberta)

Sarah Orban (Calgary, Alberta)

Erin Attwell (Victoria, British Columbia)

Ariane Bonhomme (Gatineau, Quebec)

Maggie Coles-Lyster (Maple Ridge, British Columbia)

Sarah Van Dam (Victoria, British Columbia)

Isabella Holmgren (Oro-Medonte Township, Ontario)

Molly Simpson (Red Deer, Alberta)

Diving

Rylan Wiens (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

Nathan Zsombor-Murray (Pointe-Claire, Quebec)

Margo Erlam (Calgary, Alberta)

Caeli McKay (Montreal, Quebec)

Kate Miller (Ottawa, Ontario)

Equestrian

Chris Van Martels (Chatham-Kent, Ontario)

Karl Slezak (Tottenham, Ontario)

Mike Winter (Montreal, Quebec)

Mario Deslauriers (Venise-En-Quebec, Quebec)

Camille Carier-Bergeron (Laval, Quebec)

Naïma Laliberté-Moreira (Montreal, Quebec)

Jessica Phoenix (Uxbridge Township, Ontario)

Erynn Ballard (Caledon, Ontario)

Amy Millar (Perth, Ontario)

Fencing

Nicholas Zhang (Richmond, British Columbia)

Blake Broszus (San José, California)

Daniel Gu (Edmonton, Alberta)

Maximilien Van Haaster (Montreal, Quebec)

Fares Arfa (Laval, Quebec)

François Cauchon (Montreal, Quebec)

Shaul Gordon (Richmond, British Columbia)

Ruien Xiao (Markham, Ontario)

Jessica Guo (Toronto, Ontario)

Eleanor Harvey (Hamilton, Ontario)

Yunjia Zhang (Toronto, Ontario)

Pamela Brind'Amour (Sainte-Martine, Quebec)

Golf

Corey Connors (Jupiter, Florida)

Nick Taylor (Abbotsford, British Columbia)

Brooke Henderson (Naples, Florida)

Alena Sharp (Phoenix, Arizona)

Gymnastics

Zachary Clay (Chilliwack, British Columbia)

René Cournoyer (Repentigny, Quebec)

Félix Dolci (Saint-Eustache, Quebec)

William Émard (Laval, Quebec)

Samuel Zakutney (Montreal, Quebec)

Elsabeth Black (Halifax, Nova Scotia)

Shallon Olsen (Tuscaloosa, Alabama)

Cassie Lee (Toronto, Ontario)

Ava Stewart (Bowmanville, Ontario)

Aurélie Tran (Repentigny, Quebec)

Sophiane Méthot (Varennes, Quebec)

Judo

Arthur Margelidon (Montreal, Quebec)

François Gauthier-Drapeau (Alma, Quebec)

Shady Elnahas (Toronto, Ontario)

Ana Portuondo (La Prairie, Quebec)

Kelly Deguchi (Lethbridge, Alberta)

Christina Deguchi (Lethbridge, Alberta)

Catherine Beauchemin-Pinard (Saint-Hubert, Quebec)

Rowing

Jennifer Casson (Victoria, British Columbia)

Jill Moffatt (Victoria, British Columbia)

Abby Dent (Kenora, Ontario)

Caileigh Filmer (Saanich, British Columbia)

Kasia Gruchalla-Wesierski (Calgary, Alberta)

Maya Meschkuleit (Mississauga, Ontario)

Sydney Paine (Toronto, Ontario)

Jessica Sevick (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Kristina Walker (Frontenac Islands Township, Ontario)

Avalon Wasteneys (Victoria, British Columbia)

Kristen Kit (St. Catherines, Ontario)

Rugby

Caroline Crossley (New Westminster, British Columbia)

Olivia Apps (Victoria, British Columbia)

Alysha Corrigan (Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island)

Asia Hogan-Rochester (Toronto, Ontario)

Chloe Daniels (Langford, British Columbia)

Charity Williams (Victoria, British Columbia)

Florence Symonds (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Carissa Norsten (Waldheim, Saskatchewan)

Krissy Scurfield (Canmore, Alberta)

Fancy Bermudez (Edmonton, Alberta)

Piper Logan (Calgary, Alberta)

Keyara Wardley (Victoria, British Columbia)

Sailing

Justin Barnes (Pickering, Ontario)

Will Jones (Hamilton, Ontario)

Sarah Douglas (Toronto, Ontario)

Emily Bugeja (North Vancouver, British Columbia)

Antonia Lewin-LaFrance (Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia)

Georgia Lewin-LaFrance (Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia)

Shooting

Tye Ikeda (Calgary, Alberta)

Michele Esercitato (Calgary, Alberta)

Shannon Westlake (Georgina, Ontario)

Skateboarding

Cordano Russell (Carlsbad, California)

Matt Berger (Huntington Beach, California)

Ryan Decenzo (Delta, British Columbia)

Fay De Fazio-Ebert (Toronto, Ontario)

Soccer

Kailen Sheridan (Whitby, Ontario)

Gabrielle Carle (Lévis, Quebec)

Kadeisha Buchanan (Brampton, Ontario)

Evelyne Viens (L'Ancienne-Lorette, Quebec)

Rebecca Quinn (Toronto, Ontario)

Cloé Lacasse (Sudbury, Ontario)

Julia Grosso (Burnaby, British Columbia)

Jayde Riviere (Markham, Ontario)

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Ashley Lawrence (Toronto, Ontario)

Adriana Leon (King Township, Ontario)

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Nichelle Prince (Ajax, Ontario)

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Jessie Fleming (London, Ontario)

Sabrina D'Angelo (Welland, Ontario)

Shelina Zadorsky (London, Ontario)

Surfing

Sanoa Dempfle-Olin (Tofino, British Columbia)

Swimming

Josh Liendo-Edwards (Toronto, Ontario)

Yuri Kisil (Calgary, Alberta)

Javier Acevedo (Toronto, Ontario)

Blake Tierney (Saskatoon, Saskatchewan)

Ilya Kharun (Las Vegas, Nevada)

Finlay Knox (Okotoks, Alberta)

Tristan Jankovics (Puslinch Township, Ontario)

Alex Axon (Newmarket, Ontario)

Jeremy Bagshaw (Victoria, British Columbia)

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Apollo Hess (Lethbridge, Alberta)

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Taylor Ruck (Scottsdale, Arizona)

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Sophie Angus (Toronto, Ontario)

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Rebecca Smith (Red Deer, Alberta)

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Julie Brousseau (Ottawa, Ontario)

Emma O'Croinin (Edmonton, Alberta)

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Table tennis

Edward Ly (Lachine, Quebec)

Eugene Wang (Aurora, Ontario)

Jeremy Hazin (Richmond Hill, Ontario)

Mo Zhang (Vancouver, British Columbia)

Taekwondo

Josipa Kafadar (Burnaby, British Columbia)

Skylar Park (Winnipeg, Manitoba)

Tennis

Félix Auger-Aliassime (Monte Carlo, Monaco)

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Bianca Andreescu (Vaughan, Ontario)

Leylah Fernandez (Boynton Beach, Florida)

Gaby Dabrowski (Ottawa, Ontario)

Triathlon

Tyler Mislawchuk (Macdonald Municipality, Manitoba)

Claude Paquet (Port-Cartier, Quebec)

Emy Legault (Montreal, Quebec)

Volleyball

Daniel Dearing (Toronto, Ontario)

Sammy Schachter (Richmond Hill, Ontario)

Luke Herr (Winnipeg, Manitoba)

Nick Hoag (Sherbrooke, Quebec)

Brodie Hofer (Langley, British Columbia)

Danny Demyanenko (Toronto, Ontario)

Stephen Maar (Aurora, Ontario)

Brett Walsh (Calgary, Alberta)

Xander Ketrzynski (Toronto, Ontario)

Lucas Van Berkel (Edmonton, Alberta)

Arthur Szwarc (Toronto, Ontario)

Justin Lui (Pickering, Ontario)

Fynn McCarthy (Lake Country Municipality, British Columbia)

Eric Loeppky (Steinbach, Manitoba)

Melissa Humaña-Paredes (Toronto, Ontario)

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Heather Bansley (Toronto, Ontario)

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Water polo

Jessica Gaudreault (Ottawa, Ontario)

Rae Lekness (Calgary, Alberta)

Axelle Crevier (Montreal, Quebec)

Emma Wright (Whitby, Ontario)

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Elyse Lemay-Lavoie (Montreal, Quebec)

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Serena Browne (Montreal, Quebec)

Kindred Paul (Spruce Grove, Alberta)

Shae La Roche (Winnipeg, Manitoba)

Clara Vulpisi (Montreal, Quebec)

Weightlifting

Boady Santavy (Sarnia, Ontario)

Maude Charron (Rimouski, Quebec)

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Alex Moore (Montreal, Quebec)

Amar Dhesi (Surrey, British Columbia)

Hannah Taylor (Cornwall, Prince Edward Island)

Ana Godinez (Burnaby, British Columbia)

Linda Morais (Tecumseh, Ontario)

Justina Di Stasio (Coquitlam, British Columbia)

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4th of July edit and tribute to angels and missing kids Sirita Jimmina “BooBoo” Sotelo, Emma Ochsner, Saffie-Rose Brenda Roussos, Lily Peters, Lucy Morgan, Star Hobson, Olivia Pratt Korbel, Elizabeth Shelley, Sara Sharif, Charlotte Figi, Jersey Dianne Bridgeman, Sidra Hassouna, Sloan Mattingly, Audrii Cunningham, Ava Jordan Wood, Skylar Annette Neese, Lily Rose Diaz, Riley Faith Steep, Angela Bugay, Madeleine McCann, Inga Gehricke, Summer Wells, Haleigh Cummings, Morgan Nick, Shirley Temple, Judy Garland, Judith Barsi, Heather O'Rourke, Caroline Previdi and Catherine Violet Hubbard, Louis XVII, Emily Grace Jones, Makenna Lee Elrod, Eliahna Torres, Maite Rodriguez, Jackie Cazares, Layla Salazar, JonBenèt Ramsey, Destiny Riekeberg, Johnny Cash, John Denver, Michael Jackson, Alan Rickman, Gene Wilder, Jack Albertson, Toby Keith, Bing Crosby, Abraham Lincoln, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Dr. Seuss, Andre the Giant, Terry Funk, Bray Wyatt, Tristyn Bailey, Andy Griffith, Don Knotts, Lee Williams, Matthew Perry, Michael Gambon, Avicii, Young Dolph, Colonel Sanders, Fred Rogers, Christopher Plummer, Ed Asner, Ana Ofelia Murguía, Paul Newman, Madge Sinclair, Robert Guillaume, Emily Grace Navarra, Lois Janes, Rose Pizem, Gracie Perry Watson, Eybymia "Effie " Babanatsou, Lily, Katelyn Nicole Davis, God told Noah it's gonna rain, Ark, Serenity Gail Elmore, Ava Cole Nichols, Emilie Alice Parker, Bella Bond, Kaylee Jade Gonsalves and Madison and Rachel Joy Scott, Barney and friends, SpongeBob SquarePants, PAW Patrol, Annie, Uncle Sam, Lord Jesus Christ, Thomas Jefferson, Assassin's creed Brotherhood, come on sunshine let these wonderful fireworks down here happen today this is for all of the missing kids and angels in heaven right now get down here lord Let us Let you know what God told Noah it's gonna rain come on angels come on saffie rose has a birthday party up in heaven now she's happy with all of the support Aubreigh Wyatt case was sad about the court but this here is for saffie rose Roussos Y'all like that? Come on let's hear it for saffie rose now I got another edit after this one more time

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Lake Martin, Alabama. 

Lake Martin is a treasured lake located in East-Central Alabama. It is a 41,150-acre man-made lake with over 880 miles of wooded shoreline bordering Tallapoosa, Elmore and Coosa counties. The lake was formed by the construction of Martin Dam on the Tallapoosa River. Martin Dam powerhouse is used to generate hydroelectric power for Alabama Power Company. Construction of Martin Dam began in 1923 and was completed in 1926. Originally known as Cherokee Bluffs for the geological formation upon which it was built (which recognized the historic indigenous people of the area), the dam was renamed in 1936 in honor of Thomas Martin. Martin was then the president of Alabama Power Company.

At over 41,500 acres, Lake Martin was the largest man made lake in the world when it was completed.

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Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 3: The Survivalist

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The red van's engines died down somewhere in the woods, half a mile or so from the outskirts of a little town that had barely acknowledged it passing through. A trail of flattened greenery laid in its wake. Thankfully it had avoided felling any trees- oh, wait, scratch that, it had felled one or two trees, but they were hardly big enough to count towards any sort of property destruction charge, the driver told himself. The day was still new. It couldn't have been any later than 7 in the morning when the doors opened up and Rob took a deep, nervous breath and took a look at 'home' for the first time.

"Wow," he said with equal parts awe and apprehension. "It's, I mean, it's flat!"

Indeed, the world in front of him had its objects sharply delineated by outlines, and the colors and textures were somehow more solid. It was not a new sight for Rob- even back home, many of the objects and most of the people had similar features- but, looking down at his own rendered body, he found himself uncomfortably out of his element nonetheless. Would the beings of this world be able to even comprehend that he looked different? Did everyone in the multiverse have the medium awareness he had grown with in a mixed-media society like Elmore? Were there even other beings here? There had to be. This was parallel Oregon. It had also been named by people, surely. There were no stories to be told in a universe of only trees. The shopkeeper also wouldn't knowingly leave him to rot in a world of danger, would he?

"A few warnings," said the shopkeeper from behind him, and he gulped. "One- this is a world of danger."

"How did you do that?" Rob glared at him.

"Do what?"

"Forget it. Danger, you said? What kind of danger are we talking, here, exactly?"

"Monsters, mostly, around here. Good luck."

The van door started to close, but Rob stuck his hand in out of desperation, eliciting a loud sigh from the shopkeeper.

"Hey, man! You can't just leave after giving me a vague warning like that!"

"On the contrary, vague warnings are part of my job description."

It was difficult to argue with that, but Rob still didn't pull his hand out. He realized that the door could perhaps close on his wrist and amputate his hand, but thought about maybe getting a cool hook afterwards- no! There's no way the guy would just do something like that! Rob had never done anything to him. Except steal and destroy his merchandise. And kill him that one time... but he digressed.

"Just tell me what kind of hellscape you've dropped me into."

"Hellscape? Your idea of a hellscape must be very strange if this is worse than where the gas station was."

"At least that place was up-front with its scariness. You're telling me I have to rough it in the woods with monsters stalking me? I'm-I'm just a kid!"

Rob considered himself a kid when it gave him sympathy points and an adult when it gave him responsibility points. Since nobody aged back home, it was basically the same thing- at least, that's what he told himself. The shopkeeper rolled his eyes.

"Had you been a food person, maybe I would have left you in a world of food people. Had you been a human, maybe I would have left you in a more mundane world. But you- you are a cyclops. A monster."

"Hey! Who are you calling a monster?"

"Well, you-"

"I know it's me! I'm saying I'm no monster. A freak, maybe, but, but, the thing is! Freaks are pitied. Monsters are feared."

"Don't you want to be feared, young man?"

Rob was about to snap back with a retort, but realized to a growing sense of discomfort that he didn't know the answer. Feared by his nemeses, maybe, or by the populace of the town that had abandoned him. Feared, though, by everyone, not because of his villainous ambition but because of who he was? Did he want that? Of course he didn't... or did he? How could he know whether he wanted it or not if he had never experienced anything close? Maybe it would be nice to have people run screaming from him. Maybe this was another potential means to an end. Maybe his dreams of being a supervillain could be salvaged, brought back even stronger, with this sudden change to his role in the world. He realized after a few moments that he was grinning.

"Good point," he said, something stirring inside of him. As a new sense of confidence wormed its way into his soul, he placed his hands on his hips and chuckled sinisterly to himself.

"Alright, well, I oughta head out and fetch some food. This is farewell. Don't worry, us Elmore folk are hard to kill."

"Hard to kill? Hold on, does that mean there are things here that are gonna try to- wait!"

The van was making a speedy U-turn before he knew it, and as it vanished from view, Rob was reduced to what he felt like on the inside- a 13-year-old boy lost in an unfamiliar, dangerous forest in an unfamiliar, dangerous world.

"It's okay," thought Rob, "I've faced worse."

"No I haven't," thought Rob's subconscious.

DAY 1: BEARINGS

If the boy had walked west he would have come across a building, and then another, and then another, and he would have felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized he was close to civilization from the start. He didn't walk west. He walked east, and therefore he had no such realization and felt no such relief. The forest grew thicker and the sunlight that reached him grew thinner.

He decided his best option for a first step was to check his vitals, something he only vaguely knew how to do. He checked his pulse- absent, as usual. That was good. He did a few breathing exercises. He confirmed that he had not been even more disfigured when the van left Elmore (No More?) for wherever the gas station was. His backpack contained exactly what he had left in it: a crowbar, a bear trap, and fifteen Elmore dollars, which he doubted were legal tender in this world. Did monsters even use money, or did they just duke it out for what they wanted? No way could be take a monster in a fight.

"You are a cyclops. A monster," came the voice of the shopkeeper in his head. Maybe if he was a 15-foot cannibal with big 'ol fangs he'd have a shot at winning a few battles for food, but right now all being a cyclops gave him was awful depth perception. Besides, he was never really sure if cyclops was the name of his species or just a descriptor for anybody with one eye and no other real defining characteristics. If he really was the same sort as those in Greek mythology, he didn't look it before, and he certainly didn't look it now.

There was a pillow-shaped rock in this clearing. It didn't feel like an actual pillow, but hey, at least it looked the part. The birdsong and a faint, cool breeze made disregarding the warning about monsters easy. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after a few moments of promising himself just a few moments more of rest, he did it anyways and, rather unfortunately for anyone looking in, dreamt of nothing at all.

DAY 2: NIGHT?

Was it the morning of the next day, or was it the night of the first day? Did it matter? The forest was dark and Rob could only see himself by the faint glow of the static on his arms and legs. Sleeping on a rock would have given him a headache had he not been used to sleeping on a concrete block in the junkyard. 'Another victory for me,' he thought, not dwelling too long on the nature of victory.

In Elmore, Rob had a network of people to steal money from and the familiarity he needed to avoid getting caught. Here he had none of that, and if there were stores here he had not yet seen any. It was so dark, he considered, that he could be walking through a food truck festival and he wouldn't even know it! He'd need to find a food source. Foraging sounded exciting. Getting food poisoning sounded not so exciting. Trapping prey sounded exciting. Setting up a trap also sounded exciting, except that he knew nothing about the sorts of animals that lived around here, their habits, or their weaknesses. And he had no supplies. And there was no guarantee that eating the animals here wouldn't also give him food poisoning! Darn it.

He set to work on a pit trap to give his hands something to do, using his crowbar as the world's least effective shovel. Pit traps were simple. Effective. Rather unoriginal. It wasn't as if a deer or whatever could really appreciate a creative capture method (or any subsequent quips), though, so it didn't matter. His heart yearned for more intelligent prey that he could monologue to. Not too intelligent, though. There was hardly anything to monologue about with a pit trap regardless.

He realized he needed to start thinking about his situation as a matter of survival rather than a simple pursuit.

He put his mind to it and forgot about having a nemesis, about making elaborate plans for the sake of elaborate plans, about the warning he had been given concerning monsters in the woods. That last one was unintentional. It wouldn't stay forgotten, though, as the ground shook with a tremor that made his bones buzz- and then another, even stronger, and then yet another! He dove behind a rock and clutched his head until the tremors trailed off and became tiny little vibrations in the dirt. When he squinted into the dust cloud that had formed in the wake of the quake, he saw a trail of giant footprints that he was perfectly happy not to follow.

The rest of his day was spent reconstituting the pit trap, which had been dwarfed by the giant footprint that now surrounded it.

DAY 3: FORAGING

Us Elmore folk are hard to kill. What had that meant? The close encounter of the previous day had made Rob feel very easy to kill, if he was being honest.

It could have been a meaningless platitude. Yes, that sounded plausible. He would choose to leave it at that and go back to worrying about more important things.

He made a point of going the opposite direction to the giant footprints and came across a small bush with what looked like blackberries after only a few minutes. It could have been a monster disguised as a blackberry bush, he thought, but decided that if so it was an ineffective method of evading the notice of predators. The blackberries were bitter and their thorns painful on the inside of his mouth, but life was pain, wasn't it? No pain, no gain. Rob just wished he could feel the 'gain' part of this and not just the 'pain' part. The human body could go without food for 2 weeks, according to a fact he had read on a gum wrapper long ago, so (assuming his body was close enough to human to count) he could just put off the issue of food until real hunger set in. That would leave him with nothing to do but explore, run around, accidentally provoke a monster and get his head munched off- no. No, he had to occupy himself some other way.

On the bright side, eating wild berries with his hands had made him feel intrepid- adventurous. Like a real survivalist. It gave him a tiny boost to the ol' self-esteem. When he returned to the pillow(-shaped rock) that night, that tiny boost let him ignore the distant roaring he heard and fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Oh, yes, and the exhaustion helped too.

DAY 4: LATE

He slung open his classroom door with so much force that the books in his other hand dropped to the floor, prompting him to reach down and scoop them up haphazardly. He couldn't seem to get them in order! The big test was today and he had five minutes to study! Moreover, Prom was tonight, and he was only going to be allowed to run for Prom Emperor if he passed this test. College- was this college?- whatever it was, it was hard.

The words seemed to lurch and tumble on the page. They evaded his gaze at every turn, no matter how many times he blinked and rubbed his eye. The clock's hands stopped ticking and started sliding smoothly forward, which meant time was moving faster because of his anxiety. He finally managed to get through the first paragraph, a vaguely-written blur about which part of your throat a proper evil laugh should come from. This was easy! Just as he was about to move on, the bell- a giant bell, mounted on the ceiling- rang, and there was a yellow glow from something behind him, something that he never got to turn around and look at because of the sudden loud whistling noise that stirred him from his slumber and forced his eye open.

DAY 4: FOR REAL THIS TIME

There was a tiny, chihuahua-esque creature in front of him with a snout that resembled the spout of a teapot and a tail that curved into its body, resembling a handle.

"Oh," Rob said, reaching out with one hand, still half-asleep. "C'mere, little guy."

The thing shook violently and opened its mouth, letting out a sizzling hot jet of steam and the same shrill whistling noise that had woken him up previously. This time he was really awake, and it was a rude awakening, too!

"C'mere," he said forcefully, wondering whether the thing's resemblance to a kettle meant its meat had an aromatic taste. Before he could lunge forward and find out, it scuttled into the bushes, narrowly avoiding his leaf-covered pit trap, and the sound of intermittent whistling got further and further away. It was good to know this place's monsters came in sizes other than 'extra extra extra large'.

The rest of the day was spent building more traps. With the craft of crowbar digging down pat, he managed to set up two and a half before nightfall, and he put out the bear trap with some berries in it for good measure.

DAY 5: MUSHROOMS

The way he saw it, wild mushrooms had three types: one would do nothing to you, one would kill you, and one would make you hallucinate. Maybe some of them would do both of those last two. Survival experts could probably identify which ones did which on sight. Rob was not a survival expert.

He thought it reasonable that, by eating a tiny little piece of each mushroom variety he came across, he could determine which ones did what and also avoid death by poisoning. It was research, so it couldn't be crazy! Oh, who was he kidding? There was no guarantee he'd have a future in store for him here if he survived, so it didn't matter. Plus there was the warning about Elmore folk being hard to kill... he ripped off little chunks from some itty-bitty white ones, some yellowish frilly ones on a tree, some faintly-glowing pink ones on a log. He almost took a chunk off of a red and white one, but as soon as he reached for it, the red spots blinked and it burrowed into the ground like a drill to avoid his grasp. He wasn't sure going after it was worth the effort.

On what he thought was the way back to his camp, he stumbled across a small, rocky hill where a tiny cascading waterfall spilled over a little cave and flowed back into what looked like a tiny underground lake. The water tasted like stone and dirt, but it was drinkable. Then again, any liquid could be drinkable... once. He sat by the dinky waterfall and popped the white mushroom piece into his mouth. Bland and earthy. Now to wait and either puke or hallucinate- or both, or (Rob was crossing his fingers and hoping for this one) neither. Sure enough, hours passed with no incident, and so Rob, with crossed fingers once again, ate the yellowish piece.

Five minutes later, he shivered in the fetal position on the ground, head spinning, lost in a shifting world of amorphous colors, skin clammy, guts practically on fire. "Never again," he mumbled to himself, managing to toss the pink mushroom piece into the lake before collapsing on the ground and passing out.

DAY 6: HEADACHE

He couldn't have been sure the yellowish mushroom caused that reaction. Maybe it was a delayed effect from the white one! There wasn't a single fungus in this forest that he knew to be safe, and, still seeing the vestiges of swirling nightmares at the edges of his vision, it was a miracle he made it back to camp the next day without falling into one of his own still-empty traps. Maybe he had made that mistake too many times in the past to ever make it again. That sort of cocky thinking would put egg on his face if he ended up falling into one in the coming days, though, so he didn't let it make him confident.

Sitting on his rock with his head in his hands, Rob found his gaze drifting and landing upon a rabbit that had wandered to the edge of his clearing. A rabbit with horns... wait, was that part of the hallucination? No! It did have horns! It was a rabbit, but easier to grab! He made eye contact with its left eye and it inched closer. Suddenly, a familiar red mushroom burst from the ground behind it and it spooked, darting forward and- to Rob's amazement- into one of his pit traps! Mushrooms could be helpful after all!

The red and white one made a hissing sound, darted to the edge of the pit on tiny legs- was this even a mushroom?- and then, not wanting to risk the fall, walked away. As he put together a fire pit, Rob wondered what jackalope would taste like. Rabbit? Venison? Both?

DAY 7: BOTH

The coals were still warm, and Rob was feeling both fuller than he had in days and a little guiltier than he had in days.

He made his way to the waterfall to wash off a layer of dirt he noticed accumulating on him. On the bottom of the water, the chunk of pink mushroom had apparently regenerated and spawned about two dozen identical mushrooms. He drank from the waterfall instead of the pond this time.

Sometimes, cool guys on TV would sit under waterfalls and meditate. He wasn't sure what that did, but it was so common that it seemed to him it had to do something. He tried for about half an hour to get comfortable and found he was unable to, but maybe finding inner peace through the discomfort was the whole idea? Those waterfalls on TV, come to think of it, were always the super heavy rushing types, whereas this one was more like a trickle. Tomorrow he would return and sit by the waterfall and wait under it for something to fall into one of the traps. For now, he laid on the ground and let the sun dry him off.

DAY 8: INTERRUPTION

"I'm at peace with the universe. I am at peace with the universe," he repeated to himself, starting to feel a bit silly. Was this even what he was supposed to do while meditating?

The cave behind the waterfall was tiny, and nothing was in there, as he had discovered earlier while looking around. Just a pile of muddy boulders dislodged from the cave wall in some tremor at a much earlier point in time.

"I am at p-p-p-"

A freezing cold, solid, purposeful hand clamped down on his shoulder from the darkness and a shadow fell in front of him. His eye shot open. He got up, wrenched himself free, let out a blood-curdling scream, and ran... east.